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POV: 3rd Person
Location: Dragonstone
Date: Second day, Seventh month, 27 BC
A man walks out onto the balcony and leans forward on the railing looking out into the distance were the night sky meets the open ocean his violet eyes seach for any type of sign from beyond his silver hair blows in the in the cool sea breeze.
Aerion Targaryen lord of Dragonstone was troubled for the further of his bloodline as he was the last male of his house and he has yet to father a legitimate son only one daughter and if the stormsinger and measter are to be believed another daughter is growing his wifes belly.
So he had taking his right to first night and had gotten a boy from a lady, and he would have made her his second wife yet the boy had been born with no sign of inherenting any of the blood of the dragon.
So he refused to recognize the boy as his yet he took the child in under his care and given him the name Orys Baratheon as two days after his birth the mother died.
He had taken the ordeal as a sign that only a women of try valyrian heritage could continue the blood of the dragon and yet the entire ordeal had caused Aerion no end of shame and guilt especially when he saw the babe I the arms of the wet nurse.
And he had found the task of finding a second wife of similar valyrian heritage almost impossible.
He had tried to find to see if his vassle the only other two valyrian house had any daughter to wed, his current wife was of house Velaryon and they had no more daughters to offer.
House Celtigar of claw isle had no daughters either but Aerion was also hesitate to marry of their house as they had been many a marriage between them and those of the clawpoint peninsula causing their blood to become diluted causing them to lose their valyrian features.
Messengers to the daughter republics have had no success in finding a match, so now here he was looking for a sign, but his eyes could not find what he was searching for.
Aerion Targaryen the last dragon and last true lord of valyria turnes towards the top of the Dragonmount an active volcano that made up one third of the entire island of dragonstone closed his eyes kneeled and prayed to the Dragon gods.
He prayed for a son who would see house Targaryen not only restored but expanded and whose name would burn in the hearts of those who seek to oppose him and the legacy of valyria he would carry within him.
As the dragon knelt the sky shifted and warped the stars moved and changed color and the dark sky shimmery and moved like it was alive then just as it began it stopped the night sky returned to normalcy except for one star that seemed to be falling.
The dragon opened his eyes unaware of the anomaly that had happened moment before, but his eyes caught onto the falling star he watched at it cut a path through the sky as it glowed white and left a trail of blue behind it.
Moments passed but for Aerion it felt like a eternity as he watched the falling star get lower and brighter and after a moment he registered it was getting bigger and before he could do anything else he watched as the star crashed into the ocean right infront of the beach.
Before he even realized it Aerion was running through the halls of Dragonstone like a man possessed.
A retinue of riders quickly made there way from the castle with Aerion at its head the sound of feet on carved rock soon became wet sand as Aerion and his men arrived to find small folk already gathered staring out into the dark water.
Aerion focused his eyes to see a boat already making its way towards the beach but what really caught his attention was what the boat was dragging to shore.
Soon his retinue forced there way through the gathering and only after a few moments the fishermen where knelt before him with their starnge prize.
It looked like nothing he had evere seen before it was cylinder in shap and round on both ends and made of metal he wasn't familiar with and had a glass plain in the middle of it.
The thing wasn't big about the size if a large dog or a new born caf but having watched the fishermen struggle to even drag it to shore and watch three of his best men struggle to place it where it now rest it had to be extraordinary heavy for its size.
Before Aerion could decide to question the fisherman or speak to the surrounding small folk the glass face of the cylinder split in two and opened sending a collums of smoke into the air.
Most of the small folk ran some screaming as they where pushed down and trampled in the wet sand.
Aerions' guards didn't hesitate to draw their swords and stand ready to protect thier lord but Aerion pushed past them as a sound that caused his heart to race and mind become a storm of possible threats and escape routes.
Until a cry came out from the center of the new opening in the strange object and where the smoke emitted.
Lord Aerion hearing the cry marched forward his retinue seeing their lord march towards the unknown called out in warning or moved to stand with or restrain him, but while they moved with caution and fear Aerion steps were powered by resolution and hope and made it to the strange object in a few bounds.
As Lord Aerion the last dragon lord of old valyria reached the object and looked into the smoke the crying secede and after a moment a new cry was heard one of joy and elation as Lord Aerion was no longer the last dragon as the gods had answered his prayers with a babe he now held in his arms.
Time flew by and soon word spread from fishermen, ship captain, traders and farther still that a Lord Aerion had a son grifted from the gods who rode in from the starts on a iron chariot pulled by buring horses.
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I don't remember much of my past life or really how I died all I remember is a pain throught my body that sent me to the floor only to have my vision becone darknees.
When I awoke I was floating in a green water I couldn't move my body and my vision was blurry but I think I was in some kind of laboratory.
'Am I inside some kind of medical device or something?' I thought but being unable to move I just mentally tagged whatever I was floating in as a pod or tank like the ones from star wars.
I tired to see clearly through the glass, but my vision was to poor through the liquid around me then as I was about to give up a women walked into the laboratory.
I couldn't see much of her and I didn't have much of a chance to as she waved her hands in the air space seemed to tear open and before I knew it I was being flung towards that tear.
Just before my my and another pod labled 'II' a golden light flashed into the ones nice looking laboratory but I saw nothing else before flew into the tear in reality.
As my pod flew away from the tear I could see other pods as well shoot out into...where ever this place is I could tell it wasn't space because it wasn't a black void of nothingness, instead what I saw was a cacophony of colors shapes and other things I didn't know how to describe.
I watched those colors and strange shapes shift and move around the other pods, as I watched some pods dissapeard out of sight others right before my eyes but eventually I flew through the cacophony of colors alone.
After some time I was no longer staring at colors I couldn't name, and was now looking out at the vast black void of space.
The twinkling of distant stars caught my attention but I didn't recognize any constellation but soon those small embers of light are eclipsed by another and I get a look at where I shall land a large blue ball floting in the void.
The planet looked alot like earth with some continents and large oceans but as I got closer I felt a growing sense of uneasiness as I started to feel like I recognized the landmasses.
The closer the planet got and the more geography I saw the more the feeling of recognition grew like a itch I couldn't scratch getting progressively worse even as my sewing window was nothing but red and orange flame from the atmosphere my mind couldn't find an answer.
As the flames disappeared I saw i was heading for a bay and at the entrance of it where two small islands one jad black smoke coming from it probably a volcano I thought as my pod was about to land in the black water off the coast I remembered where I was landing.
Westeros.